I don’t think it is your set up, I think WP is working on ‘improving’ something and it just wiped out the ‘like’ thingy… I haven’t changed a thing so….
Well, yeah. I think it’s a long standing tradition since the romantic poets of the 19th to bemoan the departure of the muse… You know, you show up at your writing desk and she is off somewhere in Tahiti learning new moves…:-/

Hi Em! I identify strong with this regarding life while the muse is on vacation. Currently, my situation. I like how the personification of isolation and lack of emotion is played out in the natural scene. Your poems always cut through my well crafted defenses and captivate my head elves, 😀

…Head elves, now that gives me pause! But I must confess to getting a charge out of breaking down a well thought out defense. Thank you for the huge compliment!
And could it be that our muses are together partying in the Spring of the southern hemisphere?

Splendid isolation is an unfortunate turn of phrase, describing, as it does, UK foreign policy over the past couple of centuries.
Always excepting, of course, the sycophantic ‘sooking up’ to the USA which is the new norm.

I did not intend to even remotely evoke the UK’s policies in that line. My intent was pure irony looking at silent –and no longer useful– defenses of a crumbling fortress. I also happened to see this image which used the same words.
I am glad you liked the work in spite of the turn of phrase. I will always smile at magic 😉

You didn’t sully anything. A button was pushed unwittingly and a spontaneous reaction followed. We all have buttons. No apology necessary here but I do appreciate your sensitivity and thoughtfulness. Thank you my friend.

Emm,
Sounds like you’re having one of my days. Sad, but this time of year brings out a lot of days like that. Someone said, “cheer up, things could be worse”. So I cheered up, and sure enough, they got worse !!! Good night sweet lady. May your tomorrows be warm and filled with light. Hugs !

The sun will come out tomorrow, tomorrow….
Somedays it is like that!
I am sorry you are having a hard time in this changing season.
A fire, a kittycat, a hot something to drink by your side, a good book maybe, a little soft music…. it’s the season to rest and see what bubbles up from deep inside, and be kind to yourself. To be rich is to possess things that have no price; the rest is just stuff taking up space. XOXO